The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Artists in Action #371

Sophie Tucker covers her ears


SomeNYGuy said...

"You damn kids and your rock 'n' roll! Take a bath, cut your hair and get off my lawn!"

swac said...

"Is Bette Midler ruining one of my jokes again?"

Nick Zegarac said...

Sophie Tucker - what a character. Her raw brand of humor was ahead of its time, like Mae West. What those gals could have done with today's freedom of self expression would have most likely made even the likes of Madonna blush.

"One of these days, you're gonna miss me honey..." - and we do.

swac said...

I found an autographed Sophie Tucker LP at a junk shop in the middle-of-nowhere last summer. Lucky me!

Muscato said...

Actually, I thing it's more remarkable to find a Sophie Tucker album that's not autographed - the old girl really got around!